There was no one there not even prisoners, but the cell doors were rippedoff the hinges and blood was everywhere. But the oddest thing was therewas no... bodies to be found. I guess they had taken these people with themfor some reason. I walked around in the building for a while till I saw agun rack with shotguns on it. I grabbed one and loaded it full. I hadnever shot a gun before, but if I had to I would kill one of thosethings. I looked around some more and found a back pack by one of thedesks. I walked in and to my slight surprise, he walked in behind me and pulled the curtain closed. I proceeded to change out of my jacket and shirt and put on the new one. Then I undid my jeans and slid them off and as I did, he grabbed the kilt that I had purchased and knelt down on the floor in front of me and helped me into it. This, of course, isn’t the first time I’ve had someone help me get dressed, but certainly the first time in a long while.I felt a little awkward being almost half-naked in. We’ve been expecting you. Please, right this way.”She must be the receptionist or something, he thought. Very easy on the eyes, but hardly anything like the bodacious knockout who serviced my wife and got her off so hotly during her birthday treat. His mind wandered back to his wife’s detailed account of the erotic massage he'd booked as a surprise for her. He had carefully chosen the masseuse online and would have loved to witness the event first-hand, but it hadn’t been possible. Still, the. Is also carrying lingeriefor his son to put on. Dad acts a tad embarrassed in front of his son inorder to break the tension somewhat. Son undresses, reluctantly, and dadfirst says 'we need to get your figure under control' and wraps a corsetaround son. Starts tightening the laces and son reacts to not only thesight of his dad in similar attire..but also to the feeling of his waistgetting restricted and tightened...and the sight of his slightly flabbychest getting pushed up and out by the.